_The love of CHRIST doth him constrain_ _To seek the wand’ring souls of men;_ _With cries, entreaties, tears to save,_ _And snatch them from the gaping grave._
Go on, thou man of GOD; and may the LORD cause thy bow to abide in strength! Glad should I be to come and shoot some gospel arrows in _Devonshire_; but the cloud seems now to point toward _America_. My dear family calls loudly for me. Our LORD has wonderfully of late interposed on their behalf. GOD willing, I intend shortly to send you an account of the Orphan-house, and my last volume of sermons, with some other things. Blessed be GOD for making any of my poor writings of use to your dear soul. Surely I had need proclaim free grace on the house-top; if I did not, the stones would cry out against me. O my dear brother, what a mystery of love is the mystery of godliness? Whilst I am writing the fire kindles. This fire has also of late kindled in many hearts. Our large society goes on well. We have many that walk in the comforts of the Holy Ghost. I hear of glorious things from various parts. I hope ere long we shall hear of persons going from post to post, and crying, “Babylon is fallen, Babylon is fallen.” I trust you, my dear Sir, will be made a happy instrument in the Mediator’s kingdom, of pulling down satan’s strongholds. Pray write me word, how the war is going on between _Michael_ and the dragon. For the present, adieu. My tender love to all the lovers of JESUS CHRIST. Accept the same from, my dear brother,
Yours most affectionately in CHRIST, _G. W._